
I don’t know when it came, all I know is that it’s here now
It lives in my basement, but I don’t know how
Every night I hear the basement stairs creak and groan
And the thing in the basement just continues to moan
My mom knows something about it, I know she must
For she hides the basement key inside of our father’s bust
Tonight will be the night, I have to find out as soon as I can
Could it possibly be a woman or man
I unlock the door and slowly creep down each stair
But as I continue I sense that something is there
I turn on my flashlight and look around the room
While I sense the feeling of an impending doom
I find the creature and I don’t know if I should be happy or sad
For the creature in my basement, is my undead dad
About the Creator
Kimberly Beier
I’m a struggling college student who uses different forms of art to get away from the stresses of life. This, for me, can be a release of some emotions and maybe raise some college money at the same time, enjoy!



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